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live‼️
She stopped offering excuses, justifications, explanations.
She said yes or no with her whole being,
Letting her heart and gut guide her
Knowing neither were infallible
Claiming her right to change her choice
When new information- inner or outer- arose.
There were consequences.
There always are.
She let herself learn, flourish,
Blaze like the sun,
And rest in the sweet, cool darkness.
She offered what she could to her people,
She followed the blood red thread of her own life.
~Oriah
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Listen to Maroon 5 Maps http://youtu.be/NmugSMBh_iI 
Listen to Van the Man sing Crazy Love http://youtu.be/oeE7BOLB8Jc
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so much potential…(and I quote)
“One isn’t necessarily born with courage, but one is born with potential. Without courage, we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can’t be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.” ~Maya Angelou
Listen to Eric Clapton sing Let it Grow http://youtu.be/V069wWEnCys
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bullfrogs and writing poems
There are no creatures you cannot love.
A frog calling at God
From the moon-filled ditch
As you stand on the country road in the June night.
The sound is enough to make the stars weep
With happiness.
In the morning the landscape green
Is lifted off the ground by the scent of grass.
The day is carried across its hours
Without any effort by the shining insects
That are living their secret lives.
The space between the prairie horizons
Makes us ache with its beauty.
Cottonwood leaves click in an ancient tongue
To the farthest cold dark in the universe.
The cottonwood also talks to you
Of breeze and speckled sunlight.
You are at home in these
great empty places
along with red-wing blackbirds and sloughs.
You are comfortable in this spot
so full of grace and being
that it sparkles like jewels
spilled on water.
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From a Country Overlooked by Tom Hennen
Some days the words flow
all day
pouring
smooth and beautiful
words dancing
in streams
like fish in a pond
jumping in the sun
while bullfrogs
talk –
their amazing
deep bass voices
croaking conversations
vibrating through the air
and grasshoppers
scrape their legs
like bows on violin strings
in that cool raspy sound
free form jazz
only they can make.
these are sounds
that define summer
for all of us
southern girls and boys
who grew up in the country
where our entertainment
was driving through town
waving to each other
playing country music
or Lynyrd Skynyrd
loud
on truck radios
while coke-a-cola
and kick-a-boo joy juice
keeps us cool
as we hold hands
and sneak kisses
yes, some days
words flow like a
hot summer night
in the south
and some days
all the words fly north
and I am bare naked bones
searching
bereft
trying to light
wild fires in wet fields
trees with bare branches
scrape the grey sky
nothing is beautiful
no birds sing
the flow
is frozen
in time
I sit
like a Bronte novel heroine
in my moldy wedding dress
alone
in silence
waiting
for my lover
to return to me
AL 🐸
Listen to Ella & Louis sing Summetime http://youtu.be/lnXLVTi_m_M
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That which is – is only grace. There is nothing else. – Ramana Maharshi
Your prayers are not little,
they are the cries of God.
Your power is not slight,
it is the sun in your heart.
Your path is not through a city of strangers,
but through heaven.
You are walking neither on air nor earth
but the hands of angels.
God is not far off,
but within.
You are not alone,
but surrounded by love.
This world is the bread,
this moment the chalice.
This visible world is a window
into the glorious world within it.
This is not the last chapter.
There is more.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
Listen to Seal sing I’m Alive http://youtu.be/RwwnxpBxiRo
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shiny things
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the body electric”
I know what he
meant
I know what he
wanted:
to be completely alive every moment
in spite of the inevitable.
we can’t cheat death but we can make it
work so hard
that when it does take
us
it will have known a victory just as
perfect as
ours.
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a song with no end by Charles Bukowski
Listen to Katy Perry sing Firework http://youtu.be/QGJuMBdaqIw
every choice matters
You could have grown cold, but you grew courageous instead. You could have given up, but you kept on going. You could have seen obstacles, but you called them adventures. You could have called them weeds, but instead you called them wildflowers. You could have died a caterpillar, but you fought on to be a butterfly. You could have denied yourself goodness, but instead you chose to show yourself some self-love. You could have defined yourself by the dark days, but instead through them you realized your light.
— S.C Lourie
Listen to Eva Cassidy sing Time is a Healer http://youtu.be/ttl-W-hVDpQ
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God,
sometimes I just want you to hold me.
I’m not asking you to fix me,
though I wish you would.
I’m not asking you to fix my world,
though I really wish you would.
Just hold me.
The whole earth and all the galaxies
in one arm and me in the other,
held to you close,
where I discover who I really am.
Just for now I don’t need faith or insight,
don’t need to repent, don’t even
need to pray.
I just need you to hold me.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
focus
listen to Eva Cassidy sing my favorite song…http://youtu.be/X6Oq-WQ-Sy4
No one can enter a strong man’s house and plunder his property
without first tying up the strong man;
then indeed the house can be plundered.
—Mark 3.27
Jesus is able to cast out demons because he has already overpowered the “strong man.” He has robbed the demonic of its power.
What am I most afraid of? Is it being wrong, or being alone, or being powerless? Pain, failure, insecurity, being unloved, the shattering of my self-image? What is it? What is the deepest fear that will derail me today from loving perfectly? Take a moment to reflect.
When I feel this fear how might I react? What behaviors are red flags to me that I am afraid of the strong man?
Stay still for a moment. Breathe deeply. Be mindful of this: God has already overpowered that which I fear. Love has already disarmed it. Once, perhaps as a child, it made sense to fear it, but no longer. What I fear is now powerless to harm me.
I am free to walk into that fearful house and plunder it, to take life and beauty and grace. I am free to live deeply, to love perfectly, to know joy.
With trust, courage and gratitude I take this strength, this grace with me into the day.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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starlight…have you anything to say to me??
When Laurens van der Post one night
In the Kalihari Desert told the Bushmen
He couldn’t hear the stars
Singing, they didn’t believe him. They looked at him,
Half-smiling. They examined his face
To see whether he was joking
Or deceiving them. Then two of those small men
Who plant nothing, who have almost
Nothing to hunt, who live
On almost nothing, and with no one
But themselves, led him away
From the crackling thorn-scrub fire
And stood with him under the night sky
And listened. One of them whispered,
Do you not hear them now?
And van der Post listened, not wanting
To disbelieve, but had to answer,
No. They walked him slowly
Like a sick man to the small dim
Circle of firelight and told him
They were terribly sorry,
And he felt even sorrier
For himself and blamed his ancestors
For their strange loss of hearing,
Which was his loss now. On some clear nights
When nearby houses have turned off their televisions,
When the traffic dwindles, when through streets
Are between sirens and the jets overhead
Are between crossings, when the wind
Is hanging fire in the fir trees,
And the long-eared owl in the neighboring grove
Between calls is regarding his own darkness,
I look at the stars again as I first did
To school myself in the names of constellations
And remember my first sense of their terrible distance,
I can still hear what I thought
At the edge of silence where the inside jokes
Of my heartbeat, my arterial traffic,
The C above high C of my inner ear, myself
Tunelessly humming, but now I know what they are:
My fair share of the music of the spheres
And clusters of ripening stars,
Of the songs from the throats of the old gods
Still tending even tone-deaf creatures
Through their exiles in the desert.
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The Silence of the Stars by David Wagoner
Listen to Ella Fitzgerald sing Stella by Starlight http://youtu.be/xDQ-Erg3KlQ
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